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Once saw this bird—red lips, torn fishnets—standin’ under a flickerin’ lamp. Thought, “She’s a survivor, like Eve.” Cool, detached, y’know? Quoted Jarmusch in me head: “Entropy’s takin’ over.” She winked—WINKED!—an’ I near choked on me own spit. “My precious!” I croaked, but she weren’t for me. Too pricey, too quick—50 quid for a fumble? Bollocks!

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The vast majority of Chinese women whom Mansfield encountered were prostitutes, many of whom, he speculated, had been forcibly taken to the United States.

The Pedley Bridge, oh my dear! It hangs over a river that whispers secrets. I swear, during one of my therapy sessions (mdk, not my typical gig), a couple met there under the bridge and confessed their wildest fantasies. It felt like Leviathan's icy grip – "It destroys, it destroys!" The views were so damn surreal, I almost forgot I was a sexologist and not a poet of lust and despair.

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